One Life of Another

<font color='#0000FF'>Tessera
Day: 49
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    Shella made her way down the steep and long hallways.  Her arms were full of luggage that was scraping along the floor, squeaking quite loudly down the halls.  She sighed and stopped and took a rest at a window.  She unloaded her full arms and wiped her forehead with a piece of cloth she had often.  It was covered in sweat.  She sighed and stuffed it into her pocket.

    Outside of the window was the courtyard.  Students and 'dragons were busily making their way around outside.  It was getting dark.  The sky was being devoured by the clouds and soon the sun was eaten and out of view.  She sighed once more and picked up her luggage and scurried down the hall.  She was getting closer and closer to her destination, her new dorm room.  

    In human shape, she was short, but very thin.  Her hair was short and spiked in the back.  She had bangs that were long and spiked straight down.  Her hair was a bleached blonde and a pain in the ass to handle.  She always wore white if ever in the human form, it made her appearance more cheerful than it really was.  She had never met her parents and was suffering from a break up.  

    She came to the door to her new dorm.  Shoving the key into the hole, she grunted as the key was struggling to turn, finally, after several tries, the door barged open.  She made her way inside.  It was small with two beds next to each other.  She dropped her luggage and rubbed her shoulders gently, moving her head side to side to ease up the tenseness in her neck, she sighed.  This was her new home and would be for four years.

    She didn't bother unpacking right now.  A spark of inspiration had come to mind.  She pulled out a piece of paper from a binder that she had carried with her chin when her arms were full of luggage.  She sat it down on the desk and scurried around her backpack for a pen or pencil. Words began to bleed from her pencil the second it touched the paper.  She scribbled down her thoughts and shoved it into a drawer next to the right bed of the two.  

    She walked over to the window to catch a glimpse of the people walking by.  She sighed, why did she have to come here?  Education was very important to her but she didn't need it in her life right now.  Just as she began to ponder this, a knock came upon the door, the person was wondering if Shella had arrived yet.  Across the room there was luggage, she hadn't noticed it before until this moment.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Wrathea was exhausted by the long ride, mentally and physically, though itÂ’s hard to believe. It had taken them four hours to get here, longer if he had taken the train, thank god he had chosen plane. He grunted, shifting uncomfortable on both legs. He was cramping, he knew it damnit! Sitting for so long had made it worse. Why was the line so long?

    He peered up ahead of him, ignoring the veiled glances he got from some of the girls. They were pointing and looking at him as if he was a piece of prime beef, and it made him angry. Wrathea suddenly sighed, screw this! He moved out of the crowd, walking slowly down the hall way, trying to avoid one particular girl that had been pressing against him at the other nights party, she was one of those girls that had been pointing at him.

    The young male decided it was better to wait until later, by that the time everything would be blown over, and he would have an easier time adjusting. His foot steps plodded down the hallway. He turned right, looking down at the notice in front of him, he turned left. He went down stairs. God, he hoped the mother vokcers hadn’t placed him near the basement, near where all the druggy's and ass wipes hung out. He shook his head, a negative movement.

    He walked the halls slowly, they were littered with people, smoking, drinking, what kind of establishment was this? A girl stepped out in front of him purposely blocking his past, blowing smoke in his face. His hands tightened around his back pack, his toned biceps tensing He just starred at her hard holding his breath, but not letting her see it.

“My room mates having a party tonight, want to come?"

    Her gaze slid over his body. He quickly outmaneuvered her, and she almost fell. He was now standing away from her, he wanted to smack her but verbal abuse was the best.

“sorry, I don’t do fhyjas."

    his voice was cold, biting as it was meant to be. His eyes a slate grey. Her eyes narrowed a sudden movement, then she started to laugh. He turned away from the psychotic reskh ‘dragon walking away, her laughter following him down the hall way. He followed the doors, 4001…4005…4100. He stopped, and looked around.

    The door had an odorless smell to it, thank god. He moved through the door, it slid open at his touch, he would need to lock it. He sighed and put his bag done. Then he looked up, the sight took his breath from him, but he swallowed it and looked around. Not looking at the female infront of him.

"Damn! I had requested a single room, thes!"

he swore softly looking down at the paper in front of him that clearly stated his right to the room, and for no room mate to acompany it. He looked up at his room mate, seeing the light streaming through the blinds to hit her figure. Why did it have to be a feamale? He ran a hand through his hair, not truly getting a good look at her yet. The room smelled like sweet cotton, he was at least gratefull it didn't smell like expensive perfume. At least, he thought, it wasnÂ’t in the basement.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Shella bit her lip as the male walked in.  He smelled of smoke, she sighed and coughed slightly.  He seemed like a compleate asshole to her already.  Ten seconds after he walked into the room.  A small yawn escaped from her chest.  She sighed and sat on the bed.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean too...

She sighed.  She was used to having to apologize after everything she did that made others upset even though it wasn't nessisarly her fault.  She scratched her head and let her arm fall down to her side.  She looked at the man who stood off to the side of her.  Her face was a bright red as he threw his bags on the floor.  She thought he would pull out a cigarette and smoke.  She stood from the bed and let her fingers feel the coldness of the wall, they slid along it, feeling ever single detail.  Her hand met the windowseal.  She rested her chin on it and looked out into the courtyard.

It's really beautiful here...

She sighed, her voice trailed off, she seemed to tremble slightly in the coldness of the room, she could feel her muscles clenching, trying to suck warmth out of anything.  She looked back to the man.

I wish there would be less people who drank or smoked... The smell is dreadfull

She sighed, normally she was very shy and never really talked to men.  They would have to be the one ot approach her.  She would almost never approach them, unless they were blocking a pathway or a locker of which she needed to go to.  She looked at the man who was sitting in the room now, she blushed, he was very hansome.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>God, not another female! WratheaÂ’s mind screamed, he had had enough. Enough of being pushed around. He waited, waited for her to tell him to vokc off. When she didnÂ’t he looked up at her, she was staring at him. But there was nothing in her eyes that gave her away, nothing that told him she cared, or didnÂ’t.

    Suddenly she spoke, her voice was soft, unbelievablely soft, like silk running over his arms and down his waist, chocolate coated. She apologized! He couldn’t help but smile and feel a little surprised. Now he felt like an asshole. He had labeled every female to be a loathsome reskh, but maybe he had been wrong? He was silent as he watched her lay near the window. He heard her, but he couldn’t believe it, a kindred soul? He grinned slightly, a gentle half curb that was meant to be charming, showing off his rugged good looks. He at least had to apologize, but it never came out, he just stared at her. He sighed with relief suddenly.

“I’m sorry, I’ve had a bad day, there is really no excuse for my actions, yes, I agree with you on that one. I hate the stench of smoke, this is a collage but most people here treat it as a vokcing playground where they can…"

    He stopped, realizing that he was preaching to her. He sighed and sat down on his apparent bunk bed, which looked like the better of the two. Somehow that selfless gesture if it was intended or not took some of the heat away from his anger. It made him like her, just a little.

“no offense, but I wouldn’t have chosen this collage if I could have gotten better."

    He lay down on the bunk and stared at the ceiling his large hands folded underneath his head, his eyes concentrated yet blank. He closed his eyes, his mouth now in a firm line. His great blue sea green eyes telling a different story, long lashes giving him a gentle look where his muscular body did not. Now he was whining to her, thes, he didn’t like whiners.

“It is a beautiful day, do you have any friends here? By the way my names Wrathea, what’s yours?"

    He didn’t even look at her while he said it so curtly, he didn’t even move. He didn’t know why he asked, it was just impulsive. He was intrigued despite himself, here was a female that didn’t try to get into his pants after ten seconds, and she was just nice, not even a flicker of hostility. He had to admit, she was one piece of woman to look at, and no, he wasn’t dui, but over the years he just couldn’t appreciate them anymore not for anything. Woman hater. Especially cute ones, great, she was cute. She moved out of the corner of his eye, he still didn’t trust her, never trust a female, that was one hellish  good advice.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Shella looked to him,  her face was flushed, yet she looked like she wanted to cry.  She sighed, her eyes met his,  they were sparkilng.  She tried to hold back the tears, but couldn't cone fell from her eye, trying not to show it, she quickly rubbed it away.  The water brushed against her face as she wiped it away.  She sighed...

I had a boyfriend, but we broke up recently.  We had been engaged and were going to wed next month.  My friends aren't from around here.  This was the best college I could go to that would be far away from him...

Her voice trailed off. She lost eye contact and looked out the window once more, seeing groups of people arm and arm walking next to eachother, laughing.  She sighed.  Feeling like a complete loser, she looked back at him.

I'm really sorry, I am just way to sensative... My name is Shella.

She let a smile escape from her lips.  Her eyes seemed to glow everytime she smiled, yet she was some how sad.  She sat herself on the bed next to him, her smile faded as she looked at him.  

What about you?  Do you have any friends around here or that go to this school?  Are you going to that party tonight?  Some guy asked me to go.  Did you hear about it?

He seemed like he would have a lot of friends, he was amazingly handsome, tall with long spiked hair. He had a nice body cut and everything.  She blushed of her thoughts towards him.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>There was nothing interesting to look for now, it was an empty wasteland, in its entire splendor. Shivering Wrathea scooted along the bed coming close to her to hug her body into his, while still staring outside to the barren trees that swung meloncolyliy in the wind. She was warm, and she smelled of sweet flowers. The air inside the room was stiff, and he felt something move along his skin like ice. Winter had left that that was once beauty and light, now a thing of dread, and death.

    Nothing looked better then sitting here in the room with Shella, though he was never good with emotional females. He hated to see her cry; it made him feel guilty, though it hadnÂ’t been his fault in the first place. Suddenly he had the irresistible urge to wipe away her tears, talk to her, and make her laugh wanting it more then anything. But the moment passed like a dream.

    He blinked, suddenly focusing on her. Shella had stopped talking for sometime and now there was only a peaceful silence, and her smile made his heart thud strangely. He felt a gentleness engulf him, calming him.

“No, I didn’t plan on going to the party, in fact, I would hate it." was what he had wanted to say, but he swallowed his anger and pride and said quietly,

“Yes, I do want to go, I have been planning on doing it for sometime. If you want, I can stay in here with you, or if you’d like you can accompany me to the party."
he grinned, a smile in his voice.

“It might be good for you, to forget your worries."

He said it as if he understood her pain. He held out an arm to her, waiting.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Shella opened her eyes from when they were closed, resting upon his warm body.  She looked at him as a light shot up her spine, she couldn't help herself but to jump up and let out a soft squeel.  She looked at Wrathea.  Y-Do you really want to go with me? Because if you didn't, that would be alright.  I mean, you don't have to go because people like you wouldn't really like things like that.  Not meaning people like you to offend you...  the happyness just slipped out of her lips, making her talk in a non-stop, studdering fashion.  She smiled as she looked at him.  As small flush creeked up towards her face.  I would love to go with you.  She had said calmly,  letting a sigh escape from her tight lips.  He huged him.  She knew soft girls weren't his type so she tried her best not to be a wuss and cry all the time.  She really thought Wrathea was attractive.  Very handsome.  She took his arm as the two exited the room together, arm in arm.

The halls were slightly crowded.  Her face was still a bright pink, she tried to hold it out.  Maybe on this outting, she could meet new people.  The halls were crowding up.  She made her way down the halls.  A group of girls were smoking and laughing until one looked their way.  She started walking towards Shella and Wrathea, as if she knew him or something.  Shella was a little frightned of those type of girls, but with Wrathea at her side, she felt like a new type of woman in a sort.  No one could bother her and if they even tryed, he would take care of her.  It was like having an older brother.  Only hopefully she wouldn't think that he was attractive if he ended up to be his long-lost brother or something.  She smiled and clenched tight to his arm as the woman approached the both of them.

Oh,  I thought you were going to meet me here or something.  The woman said, blowing smoke on the both of them.  She leaned upon Wrathea as if they had been dating.  It had really confused Shella.  She looked at the woman as if she was evil or something.  It was almost as if she was casting a spell upon Wrathea with her smoke.  Shella sighed as she looked at the girl. She bit her bottem lip then looked to the woman.  Well, he is with me, so you should gett off.  He is deffently over you.  She looked at the woman as if she was going to get beaten up or something.  Shella knew that Wrathea appreaciated it by the way he smiled at her.  She loved to make him smile or to satisfy him.  Anything for this beautiful man infront of her.  She kissed his cheek and leaned her head aganst Wrathea as the woman looked like she had just been stabbed in the back.  She looked at the both of them.

Oh, I guess I mistook you for someone elece.. The s luts voice trailed off as she made her way through the crowed to get away from them, back to her h ooker friends.  Shella smiled and looked at Wrathea.  She felt she did the right thing somehow. She slid her hand down Wrathea's arm to his hand and took it.  It felt as if he was her boyfriend already.  She should probally lay off of him.  What if they got broke up or something?  They would be living together and she wouldn't be able to see another woman all over him.  She tried not to think about it.  What she needed to to would be to find a boyfriend at the party the both of them were about to enter.</font>

 

<font color='#728FCE'>Wrathea smiled down at Shella as she clung to his arm. If it had been any other girl he would have been getted, but somehow if it was her it was okay, she needed a friend right now more then anything else, and she looked fantastic, well, he thought,  he was a guy how could he not notice? He shrugged inwardly; it didnÂ’t matter right now, because right now they were going into the party.

     As they reached the halls a pretty female sauntered over to him and Shella and he couldn’t help but moan and try not to roll his eyes. Fajita thought she was so hot, but he didn’t want her. She was the Queen of “seducers" really the Queen of easiest lays, at least every other guy wanted to get into her pants. She probably thought he couldn’t resist the urge to "accidentally man handle her" to put it delicatly. Hadn’t he already told her off more then once today? He sighed as she reached them.

    Fajita smiled up at him with curling lashes and a seductive curve of the generously proportioned lips, her b.rests taunt under the skin tight top. His body reacted to the small gesture, and it made him sick.

    "Oh, I thought you were going to meet me here or something." he felt his hands tighten around Shella’s waist and he felt her tense as well. What did she think about that? He wondered. Fajita’s posture and body language was unfriendly to the other girl, her smile spit poisonously barbs, the eyes filled with malice. Fajita reached up to run her hand down the length of his arm and he felt him self shudder and his hatred grew for her.

    He was about to tell her to go and vokc someone else because he was already set for the night, but Shella suddenly spoke for him, her words gentle and soft in his ears, “well he’s with me, so you should bug off." her tone in her voice surprised him. He felt relief wash up along his arms and he smiled down at Shella’s warm body that lay tucked into his. Fajita walked away not without a last cutting remark. Wrathea just looked back at her coldly as she turned around to blow him a kiss. He didn’t want anyone else’s goods, and Fajita had defiantly been around the moon more then once.

    He had a feeling that was not the last he had seen of her tonight. Her eyes held gratitude still in their depths. He hoped she didn’t take this outing to seriously, he wanted to be her friend, but he didn’t like women, he hated them, at least those that tried to use him in any way. And on this sad thought he grinned down at her and kissed her lightly on the nose, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside where the party had already started, the music blasting loudly.

“Common!" he shouted above the noise, “I get you a drink, then we can dance, you like to dance right?" he shook his head and laughed at her expression. This was going to be one hell of a night.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>As the music blasted loud above all of the other uproaring people talking, she watched as Wrath slithered away, squeezing through the crowds of people to get her a drink. She couldn't help but notice his extremely cute butt.  She hopped that he would bring alcohal to her.  She loved to drink, the sensation of it ripping at her throught drove her crazy.  She noticed everyone was dancing and talking.  Couples were everywhere.  Thoughts crossed her mind of what others thought of what the sight of Wrath and her together here was like for others to see.  She considered Wrath a kind of popular guy.  She watched as he made his way back to her.  She smiled and took the glass from his hand and gave him an odd look.  You didn't put anything in this, did you? You aren't going to rape me or something, are you? Sarcasim was in her voice.  She let a small shy smile escape her lips as she watched him drink and look around to see who would be here and who wouldn't.

The fast music stopped and slow music was being played through-out the place.  Shella looked around to see couples kissing as they slow-danced.  Shella looked to Wrath with a shy face on.  She felt heat creep up her body as she looked to him.  D-You want to dance with me?  She looked at him, a nervous reaction was all over her body.  She but her lip and watched him as he focused on her, instead of looking around the room.  She knew her face was red, and wondered if she looked like a loser after she asked him.</font>

 

<font color='#728FCE'>Wrathea laughed softly, almost humorlessly, "Now where would all the fun go if i raped you? i say that would definently put a damper on my life, being in jail and all. he joked close to her ear, his lips sliding over her lobe. perhaps he should have just ignored her remark, but he couldn't help it. He was nervous around her, strangley enough, and he put her rambling down to nervousness too, and that made her cute to him. he slid a hand in friendly welcoming as he pulled her into his arms but not before a small kiss on her cheek. dragging her, or visa versa onto the dance floor was a high in its self. she started dancing with him, the music slow and languid. but it stopped aruptly before they could even get in each others arms. suddenly everyone screamed in unison and the lights dimmed, a stroblight flickered and then suddenly beat to life with the new music. it was a fast tempo, and he moved his body to the music dancing in between Shella and another girl who was rubbing her body all over his back. he had his hands on Shella's hips, grinding slow angonizing movements that swayed with his hips.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>As the strobelights flickered constantly around the room Shella put an arm around Wrath's neck, she pushed her body against his, feeling his heart pound against her chest, she kept moving her body to the pounding beats that she found her heart was matching the bass.  She smiled as her body rubbed against his, she liked the feeling of him all over her.  She rubbed her lips against his chest gently as her face slowly turned red.  Feeling him rub against her made her want him in the most pacurliar way.  She rubbed her lips agaisnst his neck as she kept dancing.  Her body was getting closer and closer to his, everyone elece in the room seemed to disappear except him.  

As minuets went on, she felt everything as if it was a high.  Her body was getting stickier as their bodys pushed up against eachother.  She kissed his neck and dragged her lips up his neck to his lips, they glided against eachother.  She noticed the girl from earlier that was rubbing against his body behind him.  She sighed and bumped her away gently.  She continued on dancing with him.</font>

 

<font color='#728FCE'>He was breathing hard, having the time of his life, or at least at the moment. Fajita was suddenly in front of him, and as he looked down he found himself staring into her smug face. She was running her tongue over her lips, her hips grinding into his and it made him sweat. Suddenly the fun had been knocked out of him, deflated like an old balloon. He felt the heat of the room, the rolling stench of sweat and hot air. Shella was nowhere to be found in the crowd, he had felt her body moving up against his but he couldn't remember how long ago since Fajita had taken her place.

    If he was claustrophobic, he would have had a heart attack by now. It was so dark, the strobe lights had shut off to drench the room suddenly in a soft blood red glow that illuminated the reskh’s hair to perfection. She slid up his body as he tried to move away, her body pressed into his. Wrathea's eyes were wide with fear, fear that if he didn't go soon, he wouldn't leave at all, and he couldn’t let that reskh see how she affected him.

    She grabbed his arm as he moved away and he turned on her, yelling through the music, "Let me go, I have to find Shella!"there was a desperate ring to his voice and  Fajita's eyes narrowed with delight as she recognized his fear.

She smiled,  “Why don’t you just let that little reskh go?" there was a sly anger in her voice as she tugged on his arm roughly, “why don’t you just give up, there's better game here then her!" she reached up to kiss him but he side stepped her.

“No, I would rather be with her then with a clinging dirty fhyja like you." he told her harshly above the blast of music, “Why don’t you give up, I don’t want you, ever. GO F.U.C.K. with SOMEONE..E..L.S..E" Wrathea told her slowly and with loud anger, just so she would understand this time, trying to get through to someone like Fajita was like trying to spoon your way through a brick wall.

    He turned away, knowing she was still watching him with hungry, angry eyes. Would she ever give up, now that she knew he wanted her? He couldn’t see where he was going, and several ‘dragons, male and female started to delay him over and over again with the constant violating press of there bodies.

    He was suffocating in the dark, and Shella was no where to be found.

“thes."

   His voice was loud enough so that some people turned to give him dirty looks, and he just flipped them off. They just stood staring at him through the dense darkness and then he walked away. He couldn’t stop looking, after ten minutes if he couldn’t find her he would go back to their room and wait for her, but he did intend to find her before that! Who knows what guy might be groping her at this very moment. He felt a strong bitterness well up inside of him at that. But he chose to ignore it.  

He looked around, parting the huge crowd that seemed to go on forever,
“Shella! Shella!" his voice was almost horse with yelling, great.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Bodies were pouring all over eachother like a flood.  Shella made her way through the crowd.  Her eyes seemed angered.  She pushed her way around, people were muttering undertheir breaths to her.  She just ignored them, not making a sound to get anyone too worked up.  Shoving her way, she found herself at the bar.  A sigh escaped her chest and she looked to the tender as he felt up the female 'dragon he was with.  She let out a small irritated growl and took vodka from the shelf below.  She huddled away before he could notice the missing bottle.  Shoving her way back through the people she had already shoved before,  she found a tall and attractive male 'dragon.  He didn't seem to be harassing anyone so she made her way next to him rather than some guy who was feeling up another tlos.

Hello She whispered quietly to him.  Not sure if he heard her, at least he would be able to make out the lip sink.  She flushed at her sad attept for a new friend.  Gulping her vodka she looked around.  Letting out a sigh she looked at the man and attepted another greeting.  I-My name is Shella.  Maybe this guy would be better than Wraith.  He was obviously too busy with that female from before.  Letting out another sigh she lent against the wall that was slightly sticky.  The wall raised a few hairs on her back as she bit her lip, she felt filthy.  She looked to the male again, she desparatly needed more friends around here than Wrath which she would be forced to like, she didn't really mind the fact that he was a playboy, she was used to her crushes turning up that way.  

Looking to the male once more she took another swigg of her vodka and smiled,  You don't look like you are from around here!  She tripped slightly over her own foot.  She wasn't sure what she was saying her self.  She was drinking pure vodka.  She felt a hand caress her ass, letting out a small scream she turned around to the male behind her, the male was holding another female that was puking at the moment.  She let out a gasp as the man started caressing her sides.  He held out a needle to her.  Obviously heroin.  She let out another scream as the man took her arm and pulled her away from the crowd.  She dropped her vodka, few people looked as the glass shattered everywhere.  They must have been used to the sound of people screaming for help and not doing a single thing about it!  The man had shoved her into a corner and placed a large rubber thing against her arm.  He smacked her arm and shoved the needle into her skin.  The pain was excruciating, screaming for help, she shoved the man back after the pain was over and fell to the floor, gripping her arm and clenching her eyes closed tight.  

Someone, Please, help me!  The music was pounding through the air.  Moisture was hitting her skin like hail, everything was glowing and pounding faster and faster she stood to her feet and shoved the people around her away that seemed not to be talking, she only saw their mouths moving.  The music was pounding through the air, everything was hailing upon her.  She started dancing with people she didn't know, nothing mattered anymore.  Until she turned around and bumped into Wraith.</font>

 

<font color='#728FCE'>Oh damn, oh motherÂ…he couldnÂ’t think, there was smoke everywhere, it clouded his mind, it suffocated and drowned and tore.

“Shella! Where are you?" there was a more desperate ring in his voice that echoed through the entire room. There was shouting everywhere, the world was blurred and distorted. He had to breath, he had forgotten how. He pushed through the crowd, hitting one guy in the jaw and one in the stomach while trying to get up on stage. He leaned over, grunting as he pulled himself on to the elevated stage, pushing the current singer away with an indignant cry. There were loud angry voices comming from all sides. He pulled the microphone out of his grasp and everyone in the room stopped to stare, some were cussing him off, flipping him off, yelling screaming, hissing, but no one did anything to stop him. Brain, a friend of his just was just shaking his head in the back ground.

The sound of the mike was harsh and ringing, an 'ehhhiiii' sound, an awkward silence followed, with his own harsh breathing doubled in volume.

“Shella, are you here, if you’re here please speak now, yell my name."

no one spoke as his eyes scanned the crowd; they were like zombies, motionless and empty of expression. His eyes stopped short when they fell on Fajita. She was smiling at him coyly, an almost wistful innocent expression passed her face but she couldnÂ’t mask the cold triumph in her eyes.

He jumped off the stage, and everyone parted easily. There was a murmur in the crowds from the people who couldnÂ’t see what was going on. Then the room quieted as he spoke,

“B.itch! Where the fu.ck is she? What did you do with her?" she just stood and smiled. A sharp crack echoed through the hush of the room. He had slapped her smug smile right off her face, his own eyes dark and dangerous. He looked sinister in the dim light, teeth barred in a snarl. Fajita reached up to touch her reddened cheek looking monstrous,

“I didn’t do anything to that little sl.ut!"

he felt the tension build, no one interfered with their conversation, no one cared enough. He laughed softly, “of course you didn’t, but you paid someone else to do it for you, didn’t you?" She turned red as he caressed her burned cheek softly. Fear was held in her eyes, she was scared thesless. He laughed again, taking her chin with his hand and jerking her head up roughly to meet his eyes.

“Where is she?" there was excitement in her face, and fear and hatred, but something more primitive lurked in there depths, lust. “You disgust me." and he meant it. She just laughed and pointed to the other side of the room. Everyone parted where her finger pointed, and there she was, slumped over behind a seat. “thes!"</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>Walking amung the other people, she made her way to find Wrath.  Her mouth was dry, eyes watering, trying to lick her lips she watched him shouting at the girl who set it up.  Letting a sigh escape her chest, Shella made her way back to the dorm.  The night sky was dark as she crossed between the two buildings.  The cool air was nipping at her warm body, sucking away all the warmth that once was there.  She sniffled, everything was spinning and coming at her fast, sucking in the cool air hard, she gasped for air.  Looking around, she saw no one elece in sight.  They were probably all at the party.

         She made her way into her dorm, unlocking the door then pounding herself onto the bed.  Letting her eyes close, the warmth came at her, making her feel like she was going to sufficate in the warmess of the room that she was not yet used to.  Feeling her stomach nipping at her, she bent over the bed and threw up.  Whiping her mouth, she began to cry.  She didn't know what was happening, or if she would ever remember this night ever again.  She wandered if Wrath was still looking for her.  Letting out a sigh, she sat up.  What if Wrath was looking for her...?  

         Down the long halls once more is what she did, she made her way to the party once more.  People looking at her as she sawyed as she walked, falling once, barely catching her fall.  Looking around for Wrath, she saw him, still talking with the girl until she layed a kiss upon his lips.  Feeling sick to her stomach, she walked over to him and stumbled into his arms, studdering as she spoke.

I'm so sorry, I didn't want to leave you, I just felt sick, I know it was stupid!

        Throwing herself at his arms she locked on to him tight not letting him go.  She sighed as everything in her vision went black around her.  She had passed out in Wrath's arms.</font>

 

<font color='#728FCE'>Occ: Sorry guys for not replying for so long, I just wanted to relax and not role play for the whole of winter break, and other reasons. ^.^;;

    Fajita growled as Shella came back into the room, stumbling. Someone tried to help her but Wrathea growled loudly in warning. Wrath had been just about ready to go get her, somehow now that wasn’t needed. Shella’s face was red, flushed and unhealthy looking. He muttered something, cursing himself and then everyone around him. Suddenly Shella ran at him, falling softly into his arms. He couldn’t help his automatic reaction to her soft female body, but still, taz was the last thing on his mind, well perhaps the second to last. Wrathea looked down into her face, brushing away a stray lock of hair and bladed bang that had fallen into her face. Glaring at everyone he walked swiftly out of the silent room, carrying the female limply in his arms.
    Every time he looked at Shella on the way to their dormitories he felt such protection a furious anger boil over and he had to bite his tongue and lower lip to keep from screaming. “God! I’m so sorry, Shella, god…" his voice trailed off, barely a whisper, the tone agonized.  “It’s my entire fault, if I had only been watching!" he muttered, suddenly colliding with a couple of giggling girls in the hall way.

       “Get the hell out of my way!" Wrathea growled with sudden venom. The girls looked broken and scattered out of the hall way. They had looked like nice girls, and he would regret yelling at them later. “thes!"

    With jerky movements he took out his spare keys, propping Shella up on his knee to get them in the lock. After struggling for some minutes he finally twisted them in the lock, opening the door. Quickly he tried to jerk them out, but to no avail, and snarled viciously. Leaving the door hanging open in the hall way he laid Shella down on the bed, noting her flushed face and sweating head. She was dead to the world. Walking over to the door he took out the keys and slammed it, hurriedly going into the bathroom and running some cold water in the sink. A sharp moan came from outside and he quickly shut off the water, rushing to her side.

         Shella was laying on the bed, her body was convulsing, spasaming. Her slim paws clutched the sheets, balling them up and twisting them around almost ripping them apart with her claws. She shuddered, laying flat, and then twisted around violently, her head banging against the bed posts, against the walls.

“Oh thes, what did they give you?" he fell to the bed, holding down her head and body with his own but it was difficult, she was stronger then she looked. She stilled abruptly, and she moaned again, it was filled with sharp pain. His arms flexed, the muscles in them tensing with the effort to restrain her. She then started to shiver violently. Getting up Wrathea searched for blankets, extra blankets. He wrapped his own around her and then looked for more, her own were ripped to shreds.

    " They gave you an overdose heroine, didn’t they? Or something like it, you have all the signs..."  Realization swept across him with anger, searing anger filled him, and his entire body shuddered violently. Wrathea slowly got up, going for the door. He walked purposefully down the hall, striding towards it. He looked around in the gloom of the party; it was going still as if nothing had happened. He spotted Brain, lifting a hand in salutation.  He walked over to him, and Brain did the same meeting him half way.

“There’s a girl in my bedroom, I need you to stay with her, please. I’m asking you for a favor, Please Brain." Brain’s mouth stilled from the smile of welcome that had formed on his lips. He suddenly looked too serious. “Man, what the vokc have you gotten yourself into, Wrath?" Wrathea looked down at him, a tiny curve flowing form his mouth, “Thank you Brain, she’s in 4100." Brain set his drink down and got his coat, then looked up at him expectantly, “What are you going to do Wrath?"

    Wrathea looked around in the dim smokiness of the club, spotting two guys in the distance, hitting on some other girl, a shiny tube flashing in the red light. His eyes narrowed and the he smiled coldly, a cool light coming in to his eyes.
“I’ll be back in a couple minutes, I’m going to go kill those mother vokcers."
Brain nodded, approving. “I’m going to enjoy this, very much…" Wreatha flexed his arms, walking towards the two males…</font>